I am amazed that when it becomes too hard to lift my head you let me rest it on your shoulder.
I don't know how you take the weight of it.
And I am so sorry that my shoulders can barely support the weight of my own head, let alone yours.
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Poem and Prose Scraps (That Don't Quite Fit Elsewhere)
PoezjaJust pieces that didn't quite fit in any of my other books that I don't feel are significant enough to require their own book. This will probably contain a lot of edgy stuff, so... brace yourself and enter at your own risk, I suppose.
